The thing I hate most about maturity
is that it’s impossible to revert back
to our youthful mentalities.
Once innocence is shattered,
it can never be restored;
fatalistic thoughts take the place
of a previously simplistic mindset.
Yes, with growth comes wisdom,
but what we gain doesn’t compare
with what we lose.
For all that we learn,
what do we really know
but a few bits of useless information
that will never mean anything?
As information is processed and facts retained,
we have nothing to show for it
except an overworked mind
and the ability to ask more complex questions.
I’d give back all that I’ve “learned”
in exchange for a child’s naiveté and
the freedom to act without
the restraint of thought.